I was sitting in the fog surrounded by war. War took the shape of a young boy with no teeth sobbing on the cement, it took the shape of an old woman muttering in Polish, war scrapped the innocence off children. The bombs started to sound like air so that didn't bother me, but every few minutes a gun shot sounded like a scream, or maybe it was both ( Read more... )

you are surely lost in your thoughts ( Read more... )

the sun flew onto your face like a bird. he came down from the sky to be with you. he had a sly smile that only you could see, and it was stitched all around his face in a material that resembled velvet, but it wasn't. his clothes were made out of objects from the sky, and under his eyes the writing of the wind. people cried for days about the ( Read more... )

We met at a place between three hallways ( Read more... )

How strange it is to see a face you have never seen before but you feel as though you have. How strange it is that I want to touch your cheeks and feel your bones as though they are canvases on which I used to paint. I feel as though I have photographed your insides and sewn them into mine. I thought my heart was steady at it's pace until I saw you ( Read more... )

We had a jar of money to pay for the rent. I had no idea how much money was in there, but you whispered into my hear that you wanted to use it all to buy me freedom. How could I tell you that there would never be enough money to set me free? Behind the glass, and in between the green paper, was my youth being sold short by a man with sweaty hands ( Read more... )

i want to be young again, he thought to himself ( Read more... )

you've got the soul of dove and the body of a leopard. this place is covered in sin and i'm covered in ash. i've got nowhere to go and every bed of snow ends up melting. i've got nowhere to go so i fall into the arms of the horned one with tattoos like a poem.

I don't look at the clock and he hums, clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth. The way he breathes sounds like a song, so if he ever stopped, the music would be dead. There is no time for me to go home, and the truth is, I don't remember how to tell time. 2:00 is his fingers, and half past 4 is his eyes. The way he smiles is 7 and his laugh is ( Read more... )

I sat outside against a brick wall and a window with a girl who is lost. I mean she doesn't think she is lost, I just think she is. She laughed about the school shootings in Amish country, so to me, she is confused and scared. I asked the teacher if I could do my work outside, because it is extremely hard for me to concentrate while sitting in a ( Read more... )